I must apologize

for my blog on my mission to have a smaller ass has been morphed into a place where I can just come and bitch about things and share semi-inspiring, semi-entertaining anecdotes. I think it's because at the current rate my mission is failing faster than Lindsay Lohan's addiction counselor and while lately I've sucked at losing weight, I have grown quite good at maintaining it (meaning, gaining and losing the same 8 pounds over and over.)
It is by no means the fault of anyone or anything but myself. I have put wants before needs. I have crossed to the dark side and bought sweets and bread and have thoroughly enjoyed them while knowing the entire time that I am sabotaging my efforts. I have had a series of "fuck it" days.
Yes, I need to snap out of it and soon. Quite honestly, I think I am going to stop thinking about it and just do it.
On the positive side, work on Couch 2 5K has continued to progress....my ass hurts and so do my shins, but such is life.  Also, I have decided my lungs are not happy with the 2.2 cigarettes I drunkenly smoke on an annual basis, as I tend to hock up half a lung after each C25K work out.
But enough about that...
Hot soup is good, but on a warm day, it makes me sweaty...
I have crossed to another dark side, as DH decided to purchase a family membership at a golf course. (Ummm honey, we don't golf) He says he can take clients there, which is his main reason for the purchase. I think it's because he was caught in a drunk moment of weakness and Fred and Bryan are good salesmen. Now, the mission to find golf clubs and golf shoes.....perhaps I will just head out there on ladies night and help Sam drive the booze cart, it seems much less dangerous to me.
I wonder if people who randomly post song lyrics on FB are drunk when they do so....I know the prompt say, "what's on your mind" and people, myself included, get random song lyrics stuck in their heads, but...if song lyrics are all you have to share then, you need to get out more. (Or as I mentioned if they are posted in moments of drunkenness, perhaps get out less.)
Extremely ironic, I put on a new necklace and earrings set I bought last week at the ACH jewelry fair. It was the first time I had worn it. I get to work and my co-worker has the EXACT same set on. Too funny for that to happen when there are only three of us in the office!
I need to apologize in advance for anyone who may be terrorized by a scrawny red head driving a mini van. Drew got his learner's permit and it's terrifying. I asked my mother how she lived through 3 children getting their permits and learning to drive. She said, "Do you wonder why A. I still clutch the "oh shit" handles in a vehicle, no matter who is driving and B. I drink."   I am tuning into my mother :)